@SANTANAcarlos #Devadip #WhoThePhuqNoseAnyThingEtAl

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BOLL WEEVIL JAMBALAYA, STOP!

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Richard Joseph Stephan * Sunday, September 15, 2019

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Hey, improvise it brothers and sisters, I ain’t your papa, here’s a recipe to copy: junk

https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/jambalaya-recipe-3381524, dunk!

You’ll never be hungry again, one day at a time though boys, Bettys pull porch hot honkees

Six string pickin’ ain’t gonna help your dog, catfish in the hollar where dirty angels do It.

On the fence, kickin’ down the posts and walkin’ into the other man’s property, test my skill

Where y’all live one day at a time, eatin’ that golden jambalaya, moonshinin’ on a porchswing

Arm around my daughter, around my wife, my mother and my girlfriends, you better #chill

I oughta learn to defend my heart and soul from living examples of idiots and morons, ding!

Everywhere you look, even if you’re blind, in fact, if you can’t see them you find a lot more

Singin’ rhymes to the twangs and beats of the drums, in or out of the shacks of Space’s time

Jacked up or slowed down bones from the age of grueling heartbeats and fake pumps of ice

Dreamin’ about wakin’ up like my daddy told me to, #WakeUpBoy! Echo papa, echo twice!

Back roads way off of the blacktop, Mississippi to Tennessee, party in the hollar, bucks’ learn

They all wanna go but none of them wanna come, just drink and debate before Bubba’s turn

Tucked young bulls in a backyard, sleepin’ bags, train never leavin’ all whacked, I #Outback

Bottles of Jack and #49 puttin’ the fire backwoods’ cinders, nearly plum outta #151 hot burn.

Bumps on the path even though it’s blacktop, it’s just the dead star’s road dream, puffsmoke

Kicked the Truth down the road ‘til I couldn’t avoid the seriousness of Death any longer, yea

It’s over it’s over, I get that but still, why did it happen at all? Who cares, you don’t, don’t fret

Believe in dementia to fix the pain, recollect two seconds, go fuss and fight or forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while in a magic #Spell, listenin’ to Carlos Santana #AllTimeBest from the Lionsden Boxing Academy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lLJQk7B3GkU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackwardsInTime #WeAreOneAndMany

A 4.5 BILLION YEAR GODLESS WAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 14, 2019 @5:55AMPST

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Mars crashed into the Earth accidentally and it left the moon to keep the tides animated

Without the moon, who are you? Not you that’s for certain, you’ve got no soul, no body

Humanity is not an amphibolyte, Earth’s crust down to the core is the cosmic rock eddy

Of Nothing, of the Void, of the emptiness you know of being all alone, now you’re baited.

Minerals identify the gas of God, the divine nature of the Thing Itself, what substance Is

No personality formed until the evolved animation of the exploding atoms in the Big Fizz

Crust dried, spent gas turned solid waste, liquid fishing hole of the gods, One is what it is

Logic and Reason will bruise the faith in the unknown but Nothing is stronger than rocks.

Oxygen and Hydrogen and then here we are, now and then doubting the nature of the beast

Eating one another, merging with visible evidence, holy dead stars are all too humane blood

Meteorites and their parental meteors evolve into mankind, worship the Void as soul of gods

A matrix, a menudo of darkness and brightness, blown rock-stones pole to pole, neon racists.

Acid transubstantiated into your head to your toes, DNA duplication, code cell to shape of me

Form’s substance, things themselves independent of this planet do not exist, All there is, see?

Live life and be happy that you’ve got a moment in Time because, it’s NOT normal, it’s a fluke

If and only if you understand this notion of being and it’s demise, happy woman, happy man.

Ninety three million miles away, five billion years from now, the sun turns into an 8th dwarf

Snow White will have been long gone by then, the winter will remind nobody I have to barf

No men or women, nothing that we recognize as a form of living being, God of rogue atoms

Gas, atoms of plasma get excited just being themselves, far away from stars, become oceans.

Freemason mysteries and an inheritance of the holy monkeys’ mothers and fathers overplay

All from the Absolute, a total eclipse of the Earth’s moon and everything else, white dot holes

Obscured by an ecliptic roll, First Cause is an accidental infinite hole of all too human souls

Angular momentum’s quantum mechanics, a singularity’s event horizon, Space & Time, eh?

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA #EvilWays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/shnzuvyc3_U }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeTheBawl #Omnipresence #OneMoreThing

BREATH OF O2, GANGSTAS’ PUFFS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 13, 2019

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On being a part of the crew that nobody knows, devil dogs and cool cats, all too human DNA

Blue ribbon, top notch & pep gave the story of Archie, Betty, Veronica and Jughead gold dust

Nothing more nor less than every comic of Archie & the crew graced my trips on the CTA bus

I tried to breathe in and out when the air wasn’t being welcomed into my lungs, breath away!

Mouth agape, kick my jaw shut with my dog-tag jammed into my rotted, kicked in false teeth

Then I can laugh my cracked up, conscious, superego soul into oblivion, OMG Friday the 13th

Wind and the spin make the wobble mix the heat with the wet water, rock salt’s putrid sewer

It’ll be animated if you will it to be, takin’ my breath away, she’s a First Cause’s snow blower.

Heart of plaster and bones of plankton and ether, that’s all of it, nothing to it, all of it, yea

There is a price to pay and that tag has nothing to do with gold or money, it’s a death day

Every day is, yours and mine are on the way from somewhere in future time, already Past

Rich man rags or poor man’s uniform, cutoffs and a tank-top, heart exposed to be outcast.

Carbon date the sundial’s shadows, recollect the mean and nasty men who hooked women

Breeding the herds that roam the seven continents, with or without universal health care

All for the One that claims the borrowed time eventually, down a rabbit hole of sea men

Still struggling on that fateful night or day, while at sleep, at sea, in the air, where I dare.

But alright now, it’s gonna happen whenever accidental meetings of powerful Illuminati

Mother’s and human not to mention divine, Nature is probably just as fine without me

It needs you though, Nature isn’t through with you until you cough up the cash overdue

Taxed in all of the past lives, reincarnation did not erase the eternal debt, let me tell you.

Karma is this here that makes that there, infused into the essence of Thor’s Mjolnir hammer

Odin or Zeus or even a space dimension beyond comprehension, fertile minds don’t stammer

#WordsUp for the characters of form and color, blue ice crystal, five-sided shape, holy SILT

Whether a mason, a pope, a guy in a bar or a bum trip in a comic strip, pinball’s in full TILT.

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r j j stephan, i * header is ‘Friends of Archiecomics.com

c. September 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Eddie Money [#RIP brother, check ya on the other side] listenin’ to #ShesLikeAMove from #LoveAndMoney, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4hIqpID6h8U }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?